Both of them had their own reasons for not speaking.
Ferucci was scared because Jas didn't say anything, he just stared at him. anwhile, Jas was speechless because of how Ferucci looked.
This psychopath motherfucker looks better than …
"Jas?" Ferucci said his na, his gaze fixed on the ground as he stepped closer.
"Uh… sit down." Jas pointed at the chair.
As Ferucci sat down, Jas beca even more flabbergasted. Ferucci looked at him with a faint smile, his white teeth gleaming slightly. It was kind of embarrassing.
"...So where were you…?" He shifted uncomfortably as Ferucci continued to stare at him with the sa expression.
"I am terribly sorry for my actions, Jas…" His smile faded as he looked down. "I abandoned you when you needed the most. I was nowhere near you when you were at your lowest…"
Then after saying it he imdiately pulled out a knife and placed his left hand on the desk.
"Please forgive ."
He pressed the knife down on his pinky finger, but—
"Fuck are you doing?!" Jas shouted, moving fast. He grabbed Ferucci's right hand and knocked the knife.
"I failed you, Jas…" His voice was quiet. "I wasn't there when you needed . I left you alone when I should have stood by your side. And now… what am I, really?" His fingers trembled slightly. "A useless man trying to return as if nothing happened."
"And you think cutting off your damn finger fixes that?"
Ferucci let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "No… but at least it would have been sothing." He looked up at Jas. "I trust you, Jas. I respect you more than anything. But what's the point if I can't even prove that to you?"
"You're a real idiot, you know that?" He leaned forward. "If you really respect , then stop this bullshit. I don't need you to prove anything by hurting yourself. I need you to be here. To stand with ."
Ferucci stared at him"…You'd still have ?".
"You were always here, idiot. You just took the long way back."
Ferucci looked down at his hands.
"Fuck… to be honest, I almost pissed myself, cutting down my own finger…kinda scary."
"Then why the fuck did you try it in the first place?"
Ferucci leaned back in his chair, stretching his fingers as if confirming they were all still there. "Dramatic effect? I an, if I walked in here and just said 'Sorry, Jas,' would that have been enough?"
"Yeah. It would've been."
"Oh… then forget about it. Sorry, Jas." He said it as if, just monts ago, he hadn't been ready to cut off his own finger.
This guy is more than a maniac…
As he thought that, he picked up the knife from the table. The weight was perfect, balanced.
It was a knife Jas had never seen before.
"It's a Damascus knife." Ferucci said, as he pulled out another one. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Jas ran his thumb along the flat of the blade. "Yeah…it's pretty.'
The craftsmanship was undeniable. "But why do you need two?"
Ferucci spun the second knife between his fingers. "When I was a butcher, I always carried two. One for precise cuts…and one for the organs, heart, lungs, kidneys, things like that."
Jas froze mid motion, his fingers going still against the blade. He slowly placed the knife back on the desk.
For a brief mont, he looked at his own hands.
He almost wanted to vomit.
"Are you okay?"
Jas exhaled, shaking off the feeling. "Yeah…anyway, tell what happened with Takoi."
Ferucci's expression shifted instantly. His smile stretched wide. He even blushed slightly as he carefully placed the knife back in its sheath.
"Should I tell you all the details?"
Why am I even asking? There's already a report…
"Just the necessary ones." He said, already regretting this conversation.
For Ferucci, "necessary" ant every detail of his work on Takoi.
He straightened himself, adjusted his suit, and began speaking.
"I spied on him for a while and noticed his only security detail was two guys and a car. So, one night, when he was leaving a restaurant, I just walked up, shot the two guys, and pulled him out of the car." He gestured how he did it. "Of course, he fought back, but I knocked him out, dragged his ass to my car, and stuffed him in the trunk."
"And nobody saw it?"
"Oh, so people saw, but what could they do? Nothing."
Jas sighed. "Alright, continue."
Ferucci nodded. "Then I went and had a hamburger at—"
"Only the important parts."
"Right, sorry." He cleared his throat. "So, when I was full, I headed to the warehouse. But he was in the trunk for a bit too long, so I had to waterboard him to wake him up. After that, I injected so good stuff into him and got to work." His grin widened. "I picked a song, turned up the volu, and started the boogie."
Boogie…this man…
"His skin was kinda dried out, so I put so lotion on him, you know, to make him look nice. Then I started skin—"
"Skip that part."
Ferucci sighed, looking genuinely disappointed, as if he had really wanted to share that part.
"Fine. Anyway, he died sowhere in the middle of it, but I was happy to know he felt it for at least ten minutes. He was awake long enough to scream, so loud that I actually took out my earbuds to enjoy it." He chuckled..
Jas remained silent, staring at him.
"So, after that." Ferucci continued, dragging out the words dramatically, "I chopped him up, starting with his head. And well… that's it. I shipped his remains to different companies that supported him."
"And his head?"
"Oh, the best part." Ferucci's grin widened. "I actually did my work very well on his head. I packaged it nicely and shipped it to Carter, along with a gift card to that hamburger place I went to. You know, as a little bonus." He leaned back, chuckling as he slapped his knee."
"And his organs?"
Ferucci shrugged, as if it were nothing. "Tossed them to the street dogs."
He's telling it like a fairytale to kids… He has no morals, but at least he's on my side…
Jas exhaled, trying to process everything. "After that, what else did you do? Bella said you were butchering people."
Ferucci waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, just so fucking street thugs who thought they could play around in our territory. But nothing much."
Jas narrowed his eyes. "Define 'nothing much.'"
"Just a little lesson. A few missing fingers, so… redecorating of their bodies, you know…art." He chuckled. "But don't worry,I didn't waste too much ti on them. Just enough to make sure no one else gets any bright ideas."
"Ferucci…"
"Yes?" he asked, almost too cheerfully.
Jas sighed. "Never mind. Just keep things from getting ssy."
"ssy is a matter of perspective, Jas."
"Yeah… but tell , do you have a girlfriend or sothing?"
Ferucci hesitated for a second. "Not really…"
The way he said it was kinda sus…
"Are you into n? I don't judge."
"Hell nah!" Ferucci laughed, shaking his head. "I like won, but, you know…I kinda find it hard to talk to them. It's scary. What if they say no?"
You fucking butcher people, and you're scared of rejection?
"What about prostitutes?" Jas asked.
"They're filthy." Then, he tilted his head. "Why are you asking this?"
Jas exhaled. "If you have too much stress and pressure, you need to relieve it sohow."
"Killing relieves it just fine." He said it fast.
Of course it does to you..
"Then why do you look like this?" His tone wasn't mocking, he genuinely wanted to hear the answer.
"Like this?" Ferucci glanced down at himself, as if trying to figure out what Jas ant. "Do I look bad?"
"No, you actually look good." Jas admitted, leaning back. "It's just surprising because you literally glowed up."
Ferucci blinked. "Jas…are you saying I'm handso?"
"I'm saying you don't look like a half dead psycho anymore."
"I'll take that as a complint. But seriously, you're right…I guess I do feel different."
Jas raised a brow. "Different how?"
Ferucci hesitated for a mont, his fingers drumming against the desk. "Maybe it's because I've been… thinking more."
"Thinking?"
"Yeah. About life, about… shit. About what I'm doing, where I am." His voice dropped slightly. "I always thought I'd die young, you know? I just realized… how much you changed my life. So I thought… I needed to start looking like a real Bellini. Sobody who turns heads, just like you."
"Just be careful. You can't be more handso than ."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He laughed "But can't lie, I've been getting so looks lately."
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't let it go to your head."
"Too late for that." Then, his expression turned a bit more serious. "But really, I an it. You gave purpose."
"Then don't waste it doing dumb shit like cutting your fingers off, but anyway, you'll have another important job soon. Silas fucked with us."
"Oh?" He leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping against the desk. "That's bold of him. Did he forget whose city this is?"
"Apparently, he needs a reminder, but we wait until he responds."
"Interesting.I'll wait. But when the ti cos, I'll make sure he begs to regret it."
But Silas was already regretting it.
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